I Will Always Love You

Summary:
What would happen if Bella died in a sudden accident, and Edward couldn't save her?What would Edward do? Would he kill him self? Or live...for her? Disclaimer: EVERYTHING IS STEPHENIE MEYERS!!!

Notes:
This completely sucks I know, but it was an idea that just popped into my head in history yesterday, so I figured you guys would want to here it. WARNING: I get fairly descriptive, so if you don't do well with gore, then you probably shouldn't read.

1. I will always love you

I opened my eyes and smiled at the window, as the sun warmed my face. Usually, I wasn’t very happy on sunny days, but Edward had promised to come home early from hunting. Apparently he had a question to ask me.

Turning over I yawned and stretched still smiling to face his pillow. Sitting there on top was a beautiful white ruffled tulip, and a note next to it.

Bella,

I am so sorry to have left without much notice. I will be back by one. Please, please try and stay safe for me. I love you with all my undead heart, and I can’t wait to see you. Every minute we are apart drives me crazy. See you at one, sweetheart.

~Edward

His striking script drawled lazily across the page, and I grinned to myself. How could I deserve something so perfect? But apparently he was mine. All mine, and he would never leave me again.

I slid out of the bed and went to take a shower, but fell as soon as I put all my weight on my foot. FOOT ASLEEP! FOOT ASLEEP! Opppppps! I thought to myself. Once I had feeling in my toes again… well, that wasn’t the stabbing pins and needles feeling… I grabbed my toiletry bag, and my clothes, and walked to the bathroom.

The cold water from the shower was a shock, and sent cold shivers down my spine. Warmth then spread through me, as the water turned hotter, and I washed quickly, stepping out of the shower smelling wholly like strawberry shampoo.

I pulled on the white turtleneck, and a pair of black jeans. Skipping back to my room, I grabbed the note, the flower, and my cell phone (Alice bought it for me-although I vemently refused- so that she was able to keep in touch with me at all time), and stuffed the phone into my pocket. I bounced (yes I am very happy today) out of my room and toward the stair to fix breakfast for myself, because Charlie was on a weeklong convention for obsessive fishers. I grinned at the thought. That was Charlie, all right!

The stair had always scared me, and they had a reason to. Me, with my balance-or should I say lack there of-, and the stairs. Well we just didn’t mix. They were long, steep, and lethal. I started down when suddenly I tripped on my own feet and fell. I attempted to grab the wooden railing, but at the speed and force at which I was falling the poor old thing snapped. I hit the bottom of the steps with a thump and a loud groan. And then I heard it.

The tearing of human skin- cause god know I’ve heard it enough to be able to tell- and then the clunk as is a rather large piece of wood had smacked the floor. Pain. It erupted through my chest, and fireworks filled my visions as I tried desperately to breath… wait, WHY COULDN’T I BREATH?!?! I could feel my breath running through my mouth, but breathing hurt so bad I thought I would pass out. It came out in ragged gasping, and gulping noises. Glancing down, I was as scared as I had ever been. Reality and fate had finally caught up with me. I had been running from death for so long, now that it finally caught up with me.

There stuck in my chest, right in between my breasts, was a huge chunk of wood. I had gone strait through me! It had impaled me. A huge 5-foot piece of railing, had gone in one side and out the other, pinning me to the floor. OH DEAR GOD!!!!!

I was gonna die! I felt and smelt the blood pooling across my shirt, staining the white fabric. Oddly, I found myself praying Alice didn’t murder me for ruining this shirt. I laughed at that but the sound came out airy and restrained. I coughed and blood leaked out of the corners of my mouth. My still slightly logical brain was telling me that I had probably sliced and artery. That would explain for all the blood that was creeping out of my body and towards the kitchen. More dripped out of my mouth. Drip, drip, drip. I had also more than likely punctured a lung due to the lack of oxygen.

I carefully reached into my pocket and pulled out my blood covered cell phone. PLEASE WORK! PLEASE WORK! I begged silently. I pressed the talk button, and heard the dial tone. YES!!! I was gasping harder now, and I knew I didn’t have more than another 2 minutes. Before dialing the number, I reached down toward the floor, and dipped my finger into the blood pausing only a moment to scribble on the floor. I then turned and dialed the number, dropping the phone twice because my hands were so weak, and slippery with blood.

“Hello?”

“JASPER!” I gasped.

“BELLA?!?! Whats wrong?? Are you hurt? Where is Edward?!”

I ignored his questions. I was going to die, no one could save me now. I had less than a minute left, and there were thing I needed to say.

“ Jasper…*gasp*… listen, I need you…*gasp*… to tell Edward that…*gasp*… I’m sorry.” I had to take a moment to recollect my thoughts, because I was fading, and fast. “ Tell him…*gasp*… that I never meant…*gasp*… to hurt him, and…*gasp*…” I had to stop yet again to spit more liquid rust out of my mouth. I had dropped the phone, and so I had to take a few second to attempt to pick it up. “ Tell…*gasp*… him that…*gasp*…I…*gasp*…love…*gasp*… him,” I finished. I couldn’t hold on any longer, and so with that, I took my last breath, and let go.

They found me with the flower and the note still clutched in my hand and a message on the floor:

I will always love you, Edward!

Don’t forget me!

-Bella

The message was in her blood.

Edward’s P.O.V.

1 month later:

It had been exactly 30 days 6 hours, and 33 minutes since the love of my life died. No one in the house went to the funeral. We didn’t want to see her like that. We always wanted to remember the beautiful laughing lady that had brought so much joy to our lives… and so much love to mine. I was scared. I didn’t know what to do. I was driving down her street now, as I had been for the past 2 days. Just back and forth, trying to figure out what to do to get rid to the pain. Only one idea seemed to stick.

Eliminate myself. I would go to the Volturi. Even though I had promised Bella I wouldn’t ever try to kill myself again, she would have had to understand this pain. The radio was off I couldn’t stand music. I couldn’t watch TV. I couldn’t be social at all. I had to go to the Volterra… I HAD TO!

Suddenly one of the weirdest things I had ever seen happen before in my life, occurred. My radio just randomly switched on.

If I should stay,

I would only be in your way.

Oh dear god! Oh dear god NO! Not this song! The dry sobs racked my body, as I reached to turn it off. Then a voice I never thought I would hear again entered my head, and I cried out. “Edward DON’T,” her voice cried

… “Listen.” And so I did.

So I'll go, but I know

I'll think of you ev'ry step of the way.

And I will always love you.

I will always love you.

You, my darling you. Hmm.

Bittersweet memories

that is all I'm taking with me.

So, goodbye. Please, don't cry.

We both know I'm not what you, you need.

And I will always love you.

I will always love you.

(Instrumental solo)

I hope life treats you kind

And I hope you have all you've dreamed of.

And I wish to you, joy and happiness.

But above all this, I wish you love.

And I will always love you.

I will always love you.

I will always love you.

I will always love you.

I will always love you.

I, I will always love you.

You, darling, I love you.

Ooh, I'll always, I'll always love you.

“Live Edward. Live for me. Be happy. Please. I will ALWAYS love you,” Her voice whispered.